God is Everywhere

LOUISE A. BROWN

I stood on a lonely hilltop
Beneath a wind-swept sky,
And my weary thought asked doubtingly
If God was really nigh.

In a tiny sheltered sand cup,
A star-flower's lovely face
Smiled back the sweet assurance
That God was in that place.

From the golden clouds of sunset,
From the bird songs in the air,
From each distant star—the message,
Lo, God is everywhere!

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